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Primitive Radio Gods Rocket Motherfucker when do I get paid for all the money you made sellin' souls on Capitol Hill another law's been passed designed to break your ass and keep the middle class quiet and still you talk a lot about justice and then go and bust us except for the chosen few I got a god given right to smoke whatever I like so tell me how it got given to you motherfuckers the monkey looks back at his foot in the trap and it's the boogie man comin' for you sells you the spade to dig out your own grave and you can cover yourself when you're through I never just "say no" so take your slogans and go I'm gonna spell it so there ain't no doubt 'cause I'm one with the other I'm a bad motherfucker and my bullet's gonna find you out four billion people all strung out of their minds on power trips and slaving ships not seeing that they're blind one day I'll be in front of you "put up your hands, give me all your money don't think don't blink, 'cause I can't rely on you I sold myself, and I'll sell you with me don't blink don't think that I can rely on you" mothers and fathers it's your sons and daughters that you're selling to the prison cells why so afraid of the flesh you've made and the lies that the preachers tell I was born to run on the light of the sun and the smell of a woman's wrist I'm out of things to say, so here's a raw display of the power of the silent truth |
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